User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-2246928-20150417024536

The vole's eyes widened in horror at the bloody spectacle.

"Black Gates, Ah thought ye riffin' said th' heat was th' problem! Ah-Ah'll go, ah... Elizabeth! Elizabeth!"

A dormouse poked her head out, blinking groggily against the sunlight. "Mmfff... That lout of a husband isn't 'ome, is 'e?"

She rubbed at her eye, blinked, and then gave a high-pitched scream. The vole valiantly tried to calm her, but before he could she bit back another cry and dashed back inside, returning shortly afterwards with an armfull of bandages.

"'Ere, take these 'n' bandage th' pore beastie up afore 'e bleeds t' death!"

The vole nearly dropped the supplies she threw at him, trying to keep a brave, stern face. "But I don't kno-"

The dormouse shoved him none-too-gently forward, and cursing colorfully, the vole dashed forward, setting the supplies down and reaching out to grab the spear.

"This... this may hurt, mate-"